Tuesday, March 03, 2026

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"It was painful to hear that man stand up there and gloat about the good job he felt his secret police force did in our city."

"They came to the top of a mountain. The shadow of a hawk fell over them."
—@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

"You like lists, because rather than being one big thing they are lots of little things, and you are also not one big thing but rather lots of little things."

What i warned you of
In my bloodstream sings
Though the paths remain
Where i mark my pain
And i teach my love
Cratered ways & things
That bite. No dry end,
Nor veils be the friend
Of this. I but wait
Creaking at a gate
And the ullage sings.

(2000)

"Nora, — the commonest of readers, — said, 'what’s all this talk about Ulysses? Finnegans Wake is the important book'."

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